What a miserable life it’s been: born lame
Without the essential skills to survive
And with no excuse to be kept alive
And then came the devil to stake a claim
Got to be the bad guy: the rules dictate
Must abide even when they keep changing
Just can’t argue destiny’s arranging
There’s no escaping the ultimate fate
Sneered at for sunshine, goodness and heather
Squashed down upon for a kind attitude
Bearing an appearance that some find rude
And damnation’s meant to make it better?
Faced by the world with an eternal frown
There’s no where left to go but down, down, down
17th February 2006
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